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Logan lifted his arm, the face of his watch catching a glint of the moonlight. “Almost eleven.”

“I thought it must be nearly morning.”

He brushed a curl from her cheek. “You’ve got a while yet. Go back to sleep.”

She let her head fall back onto his chest. God, he felt good. His skin was warm, taut over the rise and dip of his muscles, smelling of the soap they’d used when they were in the shower.

He stroked her hair again, and her thigh muscles contracted. She brought her hand up to his chest, splaying her fingers out across the ridge of his left pectoral. He let out a grunt, and her body tightened again. Tracing the lines of his chest with her hand, she turned her head and pressed her lips to his skin.

Almost immediately she felt him respond. He was hard and thick against her leg. She pressed her warm thigh against him until he sighed again.

“Baby, you’re sick,” he said, his voice low.

She lifted her head to catch his gaze. “I’m feeling better.”

He chuckled. “You’re still hot.”

This time she grinned. “I sure am.” She wriggled on the mattress until her face was inline with his, her body still pressed against his chest and legs. She traced her finger along his bottom lip, swallowing hard when she saw him tremble.

“We shouldn’t…”

“We should,” she whispered. “Like this. Easy and slow.” They were facing each other, laying on their sides, and she ran her hand down his spine, biting down a smile as he shivered.

Her body ached for him. The thought of going another month without feeling him move inside of her was too much. She watched as his brow dipped, as though he was thinking things through. She smoothed the three vertical lines between them.

Then she kissed him, her lips barely brushing his. He let out a little moan, giving into the need pulsing through both their veins.

“Just slow,” he whispered against her mouth, making it curl into a grin.

“Okay.” She nodded, her expression teasing.

He ran his hand down her side, then hitched her thigh over his hip, pulling her against him until they were lined up perfectly. He kissed her, gently sliding into her until their bodies became one. His eyes caught hers, and she gave a nod, then he started to move inside her.

Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling. He slid his hand down to her behind, fingers steadying her as he filled her over and again.

It was so different to the other times they’d had sex. So soft and intimate. Like he could see into her soul as the pleasure slowly coiled inside her. And when she came, it wasn’t the short, sharp blast of orgasms he’d wrung from her the last time they were together. It was sweet and long and made her breath catch in her throat. Soon after, he was joining her, holding her tight as he surged inside her, his hands caressing the cheeks of her behind as they both slowly came down from their high.

And then they heard the hammering on her front door.

Chapter Seven

Logan frowned as Courtney froze in his arms, her body still pressed to his.

“Who’s that?” he asked her. Her body was stiff. Had he been wrong to give in to her?

“I don’t know.” Courtney was starting to shake. “Did you lock the door before we came up? I can’t remember.”

He nodded. “I slid the bolt shut.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Thank god.”

The knocking stopped, but then her phone began to ring. She picked it up from the nightstand. The screen was angled so he couldn’t read it, but from the expression on her face the call was unwanted.

“It’s Carl.” Her voice was thin.

“Who’s Carl?” He blinked.

Her eyes were wide as they met his gaze. “My brother-in-law.”


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